Jon Snow

A nighttime snow fall had covered the hillside with new fallen snow, two kids converged on the snowy ground to build the perfect snowman, but halfway through their project, a bowl of tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches had their name on it.

It was during their brief lunch that Jon Snow first caught a glimpse of the sun, a bright yellow ball that broke through the snow-clouds that were the very source of his existence.

For him, right now the sun wasn't too bad, for the cold air had insulated him from the warming effects of the sun. It would be a sad thing for Jon indeed if he was melted before he was fully constructed; after all, all there was of him were the balls of snow that made up his body, and not too much else to speak of. He longed for lunch to be over so they could dress him with the bits of coal, a scarf and the carrot stick that were typical of most snowmen, an oh yeah, the stick arms. There was one more thing he desired most of all, and that was the corncob pipe, much like his uncle Frosty wore.

As Jon Snow stood there looking at the sun breaking the clouds, he knew that one day soon, both he and the rest of the snow would melt, but not today, today was his time to exist and be a monument to the passing of time.